If I were truly of the composition of man
Would I still have this constitution of a god?
I lay here in an internal slumber as these savages attack and feast like dogs.
Though my prison is of good intention
I now know of the divine divinity of my divine intervention.
For no one is of greater power
In enough to remove one's soul.
And no one is of greater entertainment
Than to buy that of which is being sold.
And no one is of greater influence
Than the conqueror who does as he's told.
I am God.
For I am in presence
In times of weal and woe.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
If I were truly of the composition of man
Would I still have this constitution of a god?
I lay here in an internal slumber as these savages attack and feast like dogs.
Though my prison is of good intention
I now know of the divine divinity of my divine intervention.
For no one is of greater power
In enough to remove one's soul.
And no one is of greater entertainment
Than to buy that of which is being sold.
And no one is of greater influence
Than the conqueror who does as he's told.
I am God.
For I am in presence
In times of weal and woe.
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